I am now bored with strimming as the field we call a garden seems to grow bigger each day. I was strimming away today trying to think of the worst song for people who dislike this job. Tom Jones came to mind but I reckon this by Pink Martini takes the cake.
It’s that line” listen to the grass grow” that does it ! How depressing !
I took a well earned break and as I rested I continued to read The Pursuit of Italy: A History of a Land,its Regions and its Peoples by David Gilmour . He is talking about the stereotyping Italians suffered by foreigners in the Renaissance Era though to be fair it has gone on long since then too. We know all the jokes about 2 forward gears and eight reverse gears on their tanks etc.
A look at one of my earlier blogs on the slaughter their troops suffered in the First World War dispels that one. However in the Renaissance time Italians were seen as weedy lute players who preferred wine and salad to strong beer and red meat. They were also seen as treacherous with a strong link to the stiletto knife slipped between the should blades of an enemy. Walter Scott makes mention of an Italian who “draws his fatal stiletto ” and kills ” the man whom he dare not meet in manly encounter”. The stiletto was seen as synonymous with Italians and the stab in the back.
I hadn’t heard this before but coincidentally I was looking at a news item of old films that the British Council has restored and sent to their site to have a look at them as one caught my eye A History of Inns (Pubs) of England. My daughter had been saying on Skype one of things she really misses living in Hong Kong is a summers day in England with the sun shining sitting in a pub garden drinking Pimms or wine. There is nothing like it.
On the same page was a Pathe Newsreel that they had restored as well so I had a quick look at that as well and at the 12 minute mark it reported that Italy had entered the war and uses the stiletto to describe Mussolini’s actions. A stab in the back. You can see it by clicking on Here.
The pub film was an interesting canter through the history of them and this is it
Afraid this must be a quick blog today ( hurrah you cry). Have a lot on this evening and tempus fugit as the Romans would say. So adieu until the morrow.